Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that is unimpressed with you.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A single stick of fruit stripe gum
A scroll of Huizinga's Magic Circle
A jar of Aqua Regia
A 45rpm single of "Jailhouse Rock" (with "Treat Me Nice" on the B-side)
A Devil on your shoulder
An Unopened and Weirdly Heavy Can of New Coke
An Infinite Improbability Drive
A magnetic monopole
A boarding pass for an American Airlines flight from 1996
A single maid a-milking

>_